...it's all ended and I've no chioce but to accept blame.
Hands shaking still and can barely see through saturated pupils.
It hurts more than expected as I've been here before, but alone I'm not with no where to camouflage with the abstract.
Neck hurts...sign that my heart is in a quandry as it knows not how to glide along the rhythm set divine, in turn the pressure rises.
I can see my reflection in this screen..worn I am.
Not crying but tears keep flowing as though my heart's purging as sadness pours...My love is never enough..
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